Thursday, July 18, 2013

You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest by LI PO

Free yourself from the burden of feeling the need to hold on to anything. Let go… you are a part of everything.Steve Maraboli

You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest,
and I smile, and am silent,
and even my soul remains quiet:
it lives in the other world
which no one owns.
The peach trees blossom,
The water flows. Li Po

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About Me

I think that meditative and inspiring thoughts and words have the power to start a fire in a person's life. It can alter the way we see ourselves. It can change the way we see the world.
It dares us to break free from the safe strategies of the cautious mind; it calls to us, like the wild geese, as Mary Oliver would say, from an open sky. It is a magical art, and always has been -- a making of language spells designed to open our eyes, open our doors and welcome us into a bigger world, one of possibilities we may never have dared to dream of.
I’ve found that the best way to reconnect with how beautiful life can be is to give something away. It doesn’t have to be anything material. It can be a compliment, a smile, or a positive intention or thought for someone else. Sometimes the greatest gift you can give is sincerely giving your presence.
symphonyforlove@gmail.com

This is my symphony

To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion;
to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich;
to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages,with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently,
await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.WILLIAM HENRY CHANNING.

The language of Beauty

It’s amazing to me how when I stop
the incessant mental chatter, and
actually just see things, I am
blown away by how beautiful they are.
The trees swaying, the leaves blowing
around on the ground, the waves
crashing on the shore. The simplest
of things have the most profound beauty.

My task which I am trying to achieve is,by
the power of the written word, to make you
hear, to make you feel — it is, before all,
to make you see. That — and no more, and
it is everything.
If I succeed, you shall find there according
to your deserts: encouragement, consolation,
fear, charm — all you demand; and, perhaps,
also that glimpse of truth for which you
have forgotten to ask.Joseph Conrad

Poetry reveals to us the loveliness of nature,
brings back the freshness of youthful feelings,
reviews the relish of simple pleasures, keeps
unquenched the enthusiasm which warmed the springtime
of our being, refines youthful love, strengthens our
interest in human mature, by vivid delineations of
its tenderest and softest feelings, and through
the brightness of its prophetic visions, helps
faith to lay hold on the future life. William Ellery Channing

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day. Emily Dickinson

Better than a thousand
Hollow words
Is one word that brings peace.
Better than a thousand
Hollow verses
Is one verse that brings peace.

Better than a hundred
Hollow lines
Is one line of the law, Bringing peace.
It is better to conquer yourself
Than to win a thousand battles;
Then the victory is yours.Buddha

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights;
and you have yours.

But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love,
belong to all of us, in all times and in all places.

Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions
in their universality.H. A. Overstreet

Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth,
where moth and rust consume and where thieves
break in and steal, but lay up for yourself
treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust
consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal.
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.Jesus

Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were
a bird I would fly about the earth seeking
the successive autumns.George Eliot

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He who would learn to fly one day
must first learn to stand and walk
and run and climb and dance;
one cannot fly into flying.Friedrich Nietzsche